LondonTime ran at snail’s pace when one was actually counting down the seconds. My shift on Friday that usually felt like a handful of minutes had felt like an eternity. Our manager Jane had even snapped at me when she had caught me checking my watch for the umpteenth time. Threatening me that if I checked the time one more time, I could go home and go do whatever was so important to me and never return.That had snapped me out of my moping very fast. I had only caught about three hours of sleep that night. Early on Saturday morning, I had caught a greyhound to Springfield where we had grown up and where my parents’ still lived. I rang the doorbell when I finally got there.“Mason!” I heard my mum yell. “can you go get the door. Someone’s there?” “Who?” My father asked.“Well, how would I know? Go find out.” I could picture clearly what was going on inside. My mother was probably doing one chore or the other. Growing up, she had never liked to be idol, constantly finding some s
LondonIt took me far longer to get to the pharmacy and back since I had to walk a majority of the way to save up on cab fare. I had already spent so much money on wine and a new dress, no way was I dishing out even more on a complete fare from my parents' house to the store and back. Poverty 101, walk half the distance to cut costs. I suddenly regretted buying that bottle of wine, I could have taken their disappointment and criticism. At this point it was nothing new. Not like they were going to even drink it. By the time Cath arrived with a horrendously expensive bottle, they were going to coo over it and how great she was and relegate mine to a back shelf to be forgotten. It was almost a canon event at this point. I paused. Where had all the resentment towards my family come from all of a sudden? It was as if I was suddenly seeing things from someone else's eyes. Maybe the eyes of the new London. London that had met and fallen in love with Sin. London that had decided to start s
London"If there's anyone that deserves an apology in this room, it's me. Almost two decades worth of apologies for that matter." I said. "Neither of you deserve an apology. No, you all don't even deserve me." "What is the matter with you, London?" Mum asked. "Why must you always try to start a fight.""Because if I don't fight now, I'm going to spend the rest of my life withering away under the force of your disappointment." I cried out, my blood pumping faster and hotter.Dad drops his fork with an angry clang. "Well, we wouldn't be so disappointed if you didn't turn out to be such a failure. You were given the same resources as Cathleen, why couldn't you just have-" "What?" I chuckled bitterly, cutting him off. "Why couldn't I have what? Become her." I motion at the person in question. "A stone cold, miserable bitch?""Better than an aimless, ambitionless adult child." Cath said. "The problem is that you think you're so much better than everyone. Look at me, I'm London, the fun,
SinclairI was going crazy. It wasn't just the punishing work schedule I had set for myself combined with the sleepless nights. It was me trying my best to push a certain brunette out of my head and failing miserably. The escape work had offered me at first wasn't working anymore and drinking alone in my apartment was a level of miserable I didn't think I had reached yet.That was how I found myself calling Lucas that evening. "Hey, what's up?" He sounded more subdued than usual. I had to pull my phone away from my ear and confirm that I was actually speaking to Lucas. Energetic, cocky Lucas."Are you okay?" He sighed and that was a terrible sign if I had ever heard any. "Nah. Work's beating my ass black and blue. That whole Forrest thing definitely went deeper than I had thought. Christ, there were a lot of people I would have trusted with my deepest secret that had been in on it. I'm exhausted." 'i was going to invite you-""I'm in." He cut in. "Anything that can get me away fro
SinclairContrary to Luc’s original place of finding women to take home, we had just been sitting in our booth and nursing our drinks, gazes faraway from the scene around us. If I didn’t feel like death warmed over, I’d have laughed at how ridiculous both of us looked. If I could turn the hands of time I’d have gone back to that day when I’d stupidly asked Harper to purchase the biggest, flashiest diamond ring she could find. But the thought of never having met London didn’t sit well with me. I sighed in annoyance. I was taking the whole “it was better to have lost and loved than to have never loved” thing too serious. I looked over at my friend and wondered what exactly had him in knots. I knew it had to do with Whitney, but what exactly did it have to do with her? Luc was a certified womanizer and play boy, but I couldn’t see him ever breaking his rule of never shitting where you ate. Starting a relationship or any kind of entanglement with an employee was a big recipe for disa
SinclairLena and I ended up getting into endless rounds of drinks. I wondered if she didn’t have to work the next day, but I decided not to ask. I barely knew her, so it was really none of my business. “I’m gonna go, man. I called your driver and he’s around to take you home.” Lucas said over the loud music.“You headed home?” I asked him. “Nah. I’m going back to Mimi’s place.” He winked at me. “you planning on going to Lena’s place?”“No.” “I cannot wait to hear about this woman who broke you, and yet you’re still faithful to.” He raised a brow at me. I just shrugged because there was really nothing I could say to that.“Oh my God! Stop reminding him of her. He was doing so well now.” Lena said, shooting Lucas a glare. He raised his hands in surrender. “My bad.”“how are you going to get home?” Mimi asked her friend.“I’ll take her home.” I said. Mimi nodded at me and then the two walked off.“And then there were two.” Lena giggled drunkenly. The music suddenly changed and sh
LondonI made my way to the booths with a rag slung over my shoulder and a mop and bucket in one hand, ready to start cleaning up in preparation for another day. We could spend hours sluggishly cleaning up because no one ever came in during the day. Who the hell would go to a club in the daytime? As far as I was concerned, the boss should just not bother opening up the place till around seven. I considered getting another day job that would supplement my meager income but abandoned the idea just as fast. I wasn’t going to send myself to any early grave. My plan was to concentrate on The Prism and my newly renewed passion for writing. Everything else will fall into place from there. I desperately needed a social life and to get back into the dating scene. Maybe. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I looked around for any sight of Jane before picking up the call. “Hey.”“Hey, Lon. Any thing fun happen this weekend?” I didn’t particularly want to tell Eva about the drama with my fa
LondonAfter cleaning and mopping, I grabbed the trash bags and hurled them out to the alley way at the back of the club. It was Willow’s job to take out the trash, but she was always trying to weasel her way out of it and letting the trash pile up. As the newest member of the team, it had become my unofficial job to pick up the slack after everybody. That included taking care of Willow’s trash duty. I honestly didn’t mind. The bin was literally a foot away from the club building. I had been warned about the exit door. Jane was supposed to have informed the boss by now about the faulty door, but she spent all her time making moon eyes at him. As far as I was concerned, the boss needed to let Jane go. Her work ethics were shit and she was far too infatuated with him to be of any use. We weren’t supposed to let the door shut all the way because it couldn’t be opened from the outside. Someone from the inside would either come and let you in or you had to go all the way around the buil
One month laterLondon“What if this doesn’t work?” I wrung my hands nervously. Cath rolled her eyes. “You’re the one that came up with this ridiculous plan.” I glared at her. “Hey! You’re the one who started the whole twin switch trend.” “Gabriel thinks this is stupid too.” She pointed out. I huffed. “I can’t believe you even told Gabriel. This was supposed to be between us.” “I’m not going to rub myself over Sinclair without my boyfriend knowing.” She said. “You should just go be Gabriel’s twin then. Ugh, isn’t there like a sacred twin code or something.” She shrugged. “I’m confused about what you’re trying to do here exactly, Lon. Isn’t Sin like so head over heels in love with you that he has a tunnel vision for you.” “Well, but what if?” I whined. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Sin and I were okay, everything was perfect, and yet… yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he could just love my sister as easily again. I knew it was just my insecurities rearing their ugl
SinclairI had just gotten back from work, a single foot inside my apartment when my phone rang. I dug it out the inner pocket of my suit jacket. “Hello.” “Am I speaking to Sinclair Donovan-Wells?”“Yes. Who’s this?” “I’m calling about Miss Albright, she’s been involved in an accident and you are…”The woman’s words trailed off. Blood rushed out of my head and I felt dizzy and unsteady. “Where? Where’s she?” I managed to ask through the lump in my throat. I was already jumping into the elevator and stabbing the button for the ground floor repeatedly by the time the woman began to rattle off the location. “Thanks.” I said and hung up. The drive over was one big blur, I must have run several red lights in my rush to the hospital. All I could think was that London was lying in a bed, hurt and she needed me. She had to be okay. She had to be. I should never have wasted so much time running around my feelings for her. I should never have even let her walk away from me, from us back
London“I need you.” Three words. Eight letters. The exact same ones from the very same person that had gotten me into the biggest disaster of my life. Maybe I was weak, pathetic, a pushover, whatever you wanted to call it. A wiser and stronger person would have blocked my sister’s number, cut off all connections to her and my parents. Because they had hurt me. The kind of hurt where after years and years of it, I hadn’t even realized that I was being destroyed from inside out. The kind of hurt where they had broken me so much that I thought I had to be the one constantly apologizing for myself. For some reason though, I just couldn’t take that final step. I wasn’t Cath no matter how much I wanted to be sometimes. I was angry and heartbroken about everything, but I knew that someday I’d want to talk about it more calmly and heal. My phone had been blowing up since everything had gone down. I had listened to my parents cry over the phone, but Cath had been radio silent except that o
London“I don’t think I’ve ever fully recovered from that night of debauchery.” Eva said as she joined me in the booth. It was the day after Adam and I’s surprisingly fun date. I had been surprised at how well he had taken my rejection, but also glad about it. I’d have hated to have been mean to drive home my obvious lack of interest. Thankfully there had been no need for that. Eva’s lunch break corresponded with mine so we had decided to have a quick lunch together. My treat, because I now had some much needed amount of money in my bank account thanks to March Madness selling out. The hype around it was still going on strong. I guess everyone was curious about the new bestselling book by a previously unheard of author. It felt good to have money, but it felt much better to be able to pay for lunch with my friends. Eva had paid all the other times we had gone out together and even though she had assured me that I shouldn’t think too much about it cause she had money to burn, I still
LondonI had been digging through my wardrobe at a loss for what to wear for my date with Adam when I’d stumbled upon this really cute pink blouse. It was an old cloth but I had never won it because it had been too big at the time I had gotten it. Almost five years later and it was now perfectly my size. It was also perfect for this date paired with dark skinny jeans and black ankle boots. It gave the vibe I had meant to go for which was cute but not too sexy to look inviting. A little stern, but still lovely. The blouse had big flowy sleeves that I loved so much. I put my hair into a low bun, applied minimal make up and a spritz of perfume, then left my apartment to meet Adam at the foyer of my building. I had set up this date earlier today when I had run into him at the dog park. My decision to talk to Sin had hardened into a sure resolve. No matter how it turned out, I knew I couldn’t go out with Adam. I just wasn’t in the right place to pursue anything with him and I had to tel
SinclairAs soon as Cathleen left, I rang Lucas up. “Hey, man. What’s up?” “Sips Plix in fifteen?” I asked. “Make it twenty, I drove out to my sister’s place.” He said. “Sure.” I hung up. Changing out of my shirt and slacks, I slipped into a dark grey T-shirt and black corduroy pants, grabbed my wallet, car keys and headed out. I needed to talk to Lucas and get his opinion on things, but in reality, I knew that even if he discouraged me from going after London, I would still do it. I needed him as more of a sounding board to know how to go ahead with getting her back than anything else. I had made up my mind that I wasn’t spending one more second moping around and waiting for some force of nature to yank us back into each other’s orbits. Lucas showed up almost ten minutes after I’d gotten to the bar. My half full glass of alcohol had been left untouched. “Hey, this had better be an emergency.” He said as he joined me at the bar. “I had to leave my sister’s cute kids halfway int
SinclairI had completely forgotten that Cathleen had access to my apartment. The first thing I usually did when I ended things with a woman was revoke her access to my place. It had always seemed unnecessary with Cathleen though. She was the last person that would show up out of the blues to exchange words or do something crazy. But then again, maybe I had always just overestimated her. I was in the living room with my laptop when I heard the sound of heels clicking behind me. I looked over my shoulder.The first thing I thought was that London was here, in my apartment. My heart leaped. It came crashing back down when my brain finally registered that it wasn’t London at all, but Cath. Now that I knew them, I could clearly differentiate them even half asleep. They were perfectly identical of course, a mirror image. But I had had London in my arms and fallen in love with every inch of skin on her body, so my soul would know her even in the dark. And this wasn’t her.I followed Cat
LondonIt was almost three am when we were all finally wiped from a night of drinking, singing along to the music Eva had queued up to her amazing surround sound speakers and laughing till our bellies began to hurt. All in all, it had been an amazing night. Eva’s bed was super large and so somehow we had all fallen into it in a tangle of limbs and hair. When I woke up, it was almost five am. My head felt like someone had taken a drill to it and my mouth tasted like it had been stuffed with cotton. I tried to silently slip into the bathroom but ended up making more noise than I had expected. The girls were either too drunk or too deep in sleep to notice because when I looked over my shoulder, neither of them had stirred. I let out a breath of relief and tiptoed to the bathroom. I quickly peed and splashed water on my face and rinsed my foul tasting mouth out before making my way to the kitchen. I gulped down three glasses of water then located an Advil and popped two down my throat.
LondonStatic buzzed in my ear at her words. March Madness had what? “I d-don’t understand. What are you talking about?” I stammered. March Madness was my singular published book, and it was a raging failure. Only about ten copies of it had been bought since it’s release two years ago. The horrible sales had made me depressed for the longest time, and my editor had also cut off ties with me afterwards. And now, she was telling me that it had sold out? I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. “Your book, March Madness.” She clarified, her voice never loosing that edge of excitement. I understood her excitement. My book suddenly making it big was like Christmas to her, it meant that she was about to line her pockets with some serious cash. And so was I. “It’s just become an overnight sensation. Six thousand copies were bought and now it’s on the New York bestseller list. Not on the top three, but I believe it could actually get there.” “Oh.” I said stupidly. “As I’m talk